Well it’s three days after Christmas; too much to eat and too much to drink, and still I feel virtuous as I open the coffee creamer with the green plastic cap. The one that’s fat free. Why does that one have a green cap, and the one with the fat has a white cap? Who decides these things? Ah, I know it’s the industrial psychologists who’ve gone over to marketing. Is there something about green that shouts healthy?

“Green Eggs and Ham”

“Green Peace”

“The grass is greener on …”

“Greens in the salad”

“Greenbacks”

I’m sure you’re green with envy over my fat free creamer, but on the other hand, we have the greenhouse effect, and “no I do not want to go to happy hour Mr. Potatoehead.”

“But why not?”, he said.

“Because I’m feeling quite virtuous, and drinking does not equate with virtue?”

“Why now, and pray tell why doesn’t it?”

“Because it’s time to consider the alternatives.”

He shook his head in a quandary, and said, “Natives? What do natives have to do with it? The idea of savages disrupting my lifestyle is just so over the top.”

It seems like days ago I wrote yesterday’s post. Lucky for me I did make a diagram of the computer wires, because I won’t be connecting it back up till Sunday. Life this week and probably next is hectic. I remind myself of all the times my parents took care of me, and many of those times I didn’t deserve it. they do, and I will. This has just been longer and more drawn out than I expected. However, I do see a speck of light at the end of the tunnel. When I arrive at the end of the tunnel, I’ll take a moment to bask in the sun light, before slipping down the path towards the next tunnel.

Four packers (no not Greenbay) spent the better part of yesterday packing the rest of my parents belongings. I’ve never been moved professionally (you know what I mean); instead of taking the drawers out of a dresser, loading the dresser in the truck, and reinserting the drawers, everything in the drawers must be packed in boxes. No more time for, “do I really need that,” or “do you think so and so would like this.” Thus there will still be many decisions to be made on the other end. The older you get, the harder it is to move, and it’s not just that you’ve accumulated more, although that appears to be true. The apartment within the retirement community is really quite nice, but it’s the last apartment. When you’re on the up side of age, you move into larger and larger places, but on the down side of age, the places are smaller and smaller. Shortly I will shut down this computer, unplug all the wires from various devices, and try to remember where each one returns to later this afternoon. Hmmm, I think I better make a diagram. And I think I’d better start pruning my own belongs.

Julie was talking about using them to pave the world, and I was thinking of using them for breast plates. But, where are they when you need one?

Why do you need one?

Hopefully the problem has resolved itself. I’m not home right now, and I’m using someone elses connection to post this morning. So here’s what happened yesterday morning when I tried to get online. That damn ole message kept comming up: “Cannot make connection, check your password and try again.” I used to have netzero on my computer for just such an emergency, but alas I neglected to move that over when I changed computers after the Elliott fiasco. Since I have not been using the AOL disks for breast plates, and rather have been throwing them in the trash, I can’t get out there to my IP to see what’s up. Until now that is. I’ve got there number now; when I get home I’ll ring them up if the problem still exists. Don’t you love it when problems just disappear?

What about the Tuesday Too?

Well, if I get things rolling or find they have rolled on their own, I’ll be here tomorrow at the somewhat usual time of 5ish AM eastern standard time.